I GOT SUMMERTIME HOES

age is a little concept that has been fucking me up mentally for a while now. and by a while, i mean the past couple of weeks. and for me, that's a while to be hung up on something. it's funny. for most of my life i was told that i looked older than i actually was. last year i got similar compliments. however, something struck new york this year. suddenly you, yo mama, and yo cousin too, have been throwing the "you look like you're between 15 and 17" comments at me. i'm turning 20 in less than a month. now i know i really shouldn't complain or worry about this, but, i'm at that age where it's much cooler to look older than you are, rather than looking a couple days past the pre-teen mark. considering most (if not all minus five) of my friends are over 21, my young looks make hanging out a bit of a pain in the ass. i can't do a lot of simple things in this city without being questioned nevermind try to weasel and charm my way into a club (and hey, let's face it.. who wants to be charmed by a "pre-pubescent" girl?? that's just sick). my mom keeps telling me not to worry about it, but in return i ask:

"mom? did the man you tried to buy your new cell phone from at verizon remind you that you had to be at least 18 in order to buy a new phone without your guardian present? did he then check your id and make sure you weren't trying to act older than the 14, 15, or 16 that you so fabulously pulled off in his eyes?"

but, i must admit, all-in-all, this is a little bit funny. perhaps from now on i'll laugh at these remarks and think to myself 'well sure it sucks now, but you have a lot to look forward to, young grasshopper! you'll be a milf, you won't look a day over 29 when you turn 40, and you'll forever be viewed as young, fun & fabulous!' and then i'll look at someone my age who looks well past 25 and say, 'at least you don't look that old.'